||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:48:04 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|“Keep moving! Keep moving!” Littlefield yelled, though they all could have heard him perfectly well through the com-system.“Do that again, kid,” Littlefield huffed between breaths, “and I’ll leave you behind.” |
into the wood. He would not leave them time to breathe.'Not a word,' answered Dr Porhoet, with a smile. 'Criticism has shown
in a vision of death. There was silence. Then the necromancer spokeFor a long time Arthur made no reply, and Susie thought he could not have
“That’s a lie, Ardo!” Merdith shot back. “Remember! Think! Neural resocialization can’t replace memories; it can only cover them over with new ones! What did youhear?”“Yeah. Strange, that. I heard it talking about its final approach to the landing zone—it’s all on the com channel—but we never saw it. It just—I don’t know—wasn’t there. The Zerg had cut off our retreat and it looked like it was time for us all to cash our last paycheck. The lieutenant, though, she had us fight our way out of there. We lost a few along the way, but what’s left of us are still here. If the Dropship had come, we’d have been okay. Some sort of SNAFU, I guess.”The rest of the compartment was filled with grunts just like himself. Each of them wore the standard-issue detached look of a Confederacy Security Marine. Each of them dripped Confederacy sweat through their Confederacy fatigues, as was their duty.
back to the life from which he had taken her. He wondered what had
I admired them the very first time I saw them."